When Uncle Cai saw Director Liu leaving, he muttered: "This black-hearted iron rooster is so damn stingy.
The director of a dignified funeral home only pays 50 yuan for a share, but he is raised by someone.
Hey, he is so shameless.
When I heard Lao Cai scolding his mother, I felt like laughing and said: "Iron Rooster can qualify, which is already very good.
Who calls him a curator?
Uncle Cai shook his head, walked over and whispered in my ear: "Feixiang told me just now that your friend is in the duty room.
It's getting late.
Go quickly.
Fangtian's body is buried in No. 1 Memorial Hall.
You and your friends will push the body out later.
There are many people coming.
Be careful not to cause any trouble.
I hummed and pushed open the door of the duty room.
When Chen saw me coming in, he stood up and said with a smile: "I'm wearing this, can you recognize me?"
I looked at him from top to bottom and said: "Your wrapping is as tight as a doctor in the operating room.
If Yulong had a dog's nose, he would be able to recognize you.
By the way, change your leather shoes.
These shiny black leather shoes are too dazzling.
I said and handed Wang Feixiang's pair of inferior leather shoes on the wardrobe to him.
Fang Chen looked at it for a long time and said, "How long have you kept these shoes?
Look at how dirty they are with this layer of dust.
Can you wear them?"
I suddenly got a little angry and said, "What time has it been?
Are you still paying attention to this?
Fang Chen, let me make it clear to you.
I will go in and restrain my emotions later.
It doesn't matter if you don't implicate me, but you can implicate other people in the fifth group."
It doesn't matter if I am fired as a temporary worker.
If you dare to implicate the people of the fifth group, I have no interest in you.
Fang Chen sat down on the chair.
He took the shoe in my hand and wiped it for a long time and said: "I know, if you get excited, I'll just complain.
I see you're nervous.
At this moment, Wang Feixiang opened the door.
He glanced at us and said: "Why are you lingering for a while?
The memorial service has started.
Just remember not to make things difficult.
After Wang Feixiang finished speaking, he left the duty room.
After Fang Chen changed his shoes, he looked at me and asked: "Are you going to wear this mourning dress?
I rolled my eyes at him and said: "My clothes are all on you.
I ran out secretly.
I have to go back to the mourning hall later to observe mourning.
Stop leaving the ink and leave."
Fang Chen put the mask on his face and followed me out of the duty room.
Fang Chen followed me and walked along the corridor to the No. 1 Memorial Hall.
Maybe it was Fang Chen's first time coming to the back area of the funeral home.
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Looking a little nervous, he kept holding my arm all the way, not even daring to look at the body parked next to him.
I shook his hand and said: "Can you be a bit promising?
Are you still afraid of them standing up?
They can't bite you."
Fang Chen retorted with flaming red eyes: "No wonder you have such a good attitude.
It turns out that you got it from working in a funeral home.
Isn't this the first time for me?
I reacted in my heart.
You are hurting me.
Believe it or not, I have taken off the mask now.
I looked at his nervous look.
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Memorial Hall No. 1 is the largest memorial hall in Yangbei City Funeral Home.
It is not only grand and classy, but also luxuriously decorated.
Memorial Hall No. 1 is generally rarely used by people, unless it is used by prominent figures in Yangbei City and those who are rich and powerful.
It is a large square similar to an opera house, with a semicircular building structure.
Everyone who knows Feng Shui knows this.
An empty interior space without internal columns is a prosperous space, and Memorial Hall No. 1 adopts this architectural structure.
Is there an inner column supporting the entire hall?
Completely adopting the frame architectural style, the entire hall has two doors, the south door and the north door.
The south gate is the main entrance, with two antique semicircular gates that look like mansion gates.
The two gates are four to five meters high and three to four meters wide.
The gates are thick and solid, with a layer of golden paint on them.
They look quite royal.
The north gate is different.
It is where employees of our funeral home enter and exit.
It is connected by a long and narrow corridor.
The north gate cannot be compared with the main entrance regardless of its height.
Not only is it narrow, but it also looks a little cramped.
It can only accommodate the width of a small cart.
I am only 180 meters tall, and I have to duck to get through it.
This is a typical situation where it is difficult to get in and out.
It also symbolizes that the funeral home is the critical point between life and death.
Entering this door means the end of life and the soul.
When I entered Memorial Hall No. 1 through the back door, I took a look at the stage.
I couldn't help but be stunned.
There were so many people under the steps, and the entire hall, which accommodated thousands of people, was almost full.
There are also some people who come in from the south gate one after another.
It feels like being in a movie theater.
And I was like a character on the screen, being watched by thousands of people.
Those people all turned their gazes over, and an invisible pressure surged through my body instantly.
I took a deep breath, straightened my back to make myself look less confident, and glanced at the people behind me with my peripheral vision.
Fang Chen.
Fang Chen obviously did not expect that so many people would attend his father's funeral.
He instinctively took a few steps back.
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I grabbed his arm and said encouragingly: "Be natural, if you can't control your aura, how can you do big things in the future?
I looked down at the stage, and it was completely dark.
They were all wearing black suits.
Except for their faces, everyone was dressed the same.
I searched around the stage and saw Yongzi, a strong man, staring at me in a nonchalant way.
He stood in the front row of the crowd.
Because he was tall and strong, he was particularly eye-catching, so I recognized him at a glance.
Then I saw Yulong, Guo Hao, Masan and Yutian next to him.
Yulong was wearing a long black slim-fitting suit, a sapphire blue tie, and a big bang.
Compared with Yongzi in height, he was like a comparison between Yao Ming and Guo Jingming.
Apparently Uryū also saw me.
Yulong curled his lips slightly, raised the corners of his eyes, squeezed his eyes into slits with his face, and made a shooting finger at me with his right hand.
I forced out a smile and greeted his eighteen generations of ancestors in my heart.
I was standing on the steps, which were more than a meter high from the hall.
A dozen slender girls, wearing black floral jackets, one step under the skirt, two straight long legs wrapped in black silk suits, with their hands on their lower abdomens, stood in a row with smiles on their faces, holding flowers, and kept flowing.
Flowers were arranged around Fang Tian's body.
At a glance, I could tell that those girls were the hostesses selling urns at the reception desk of the funeral home.
I thought they must have been brought in temporarily to show off their reputation.
Fang Tian was lying in a crystal pavilion.
He was wearing a gray tunic suit with a golden silk covering his chest.
His expression was peaceful, and his entire face was decorated, with no trace of bruise visible.
His fair and rosy skin looked a little soft.
The age spots on his face were not visible at all.
He seemed to be sleeping, lying in the crystal coffin.
Fang Chen walked over heavily step by step and stood beside him in shock for a few seconds.
Then he squatted next to the crystal coffin with a flower pot on it.
I stared at Fang Chen closely, and seeing that his mood was relatively stable, I turned my attention to Yu Long, paying close attention to his every move.
I don't know why, but I'm always worried.
I'm afraid that Yulong will see something fishy.
I feel like my palms are sweating all the time, and the hairs all over my body stand up one by one.
Seeing me staring at him, Yulong walked straight to the stairs connecting the hall.
As soon as he reached the steps, a girl wearing a black professional suit greeted him.
I felt that the girl looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was.
Just as Yulong came over, the girl stretched out her hand to stop him expressionlessly and said in standard Mandarin: "Hello, sir, this is the focus of logistics work and no one is allowed in.
You can't come up.
Please express your condolences in the audience.
I understand your heavy mood.
Can you please go down first?
After listening to this with a smile, Yulong raised his palm without any warning and slapped the girl on the face.
The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the hall instantly.
The entire noisy hall became silent.
Everyone stared at Yulong, as if making a single sound would cause Yulong's displeasure.
No one dared to say a word.
The girl suddenly collapsed on the ground, covered her face and started crying.
Yulong raised his leg, kicked the girl on the shoulder, knocked the girl to the ground, and said coldly: "Am I an idler?
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Even idlers are not allowed to enter the important work.
I have spent tens of thousands, and I can't even go up a step.
You are blind and pretending to be in your crotch, right?
Even I dare to stop you.
I want to get slapped."
After a few more kicks, the girl screamed in fright, clutching her stomach and falling into a ball with exhaustion.
The entire black skirt was covered with footprints.
Yutian's face changed color in shock.
He rushed forward in panic, rolled on the ground and knelt on the ground, hugged Yulong's legs, blocked the girl behind him and said: "Brother, big brother, don't hit me.
He is my girlfriend and she is pregnant.
Brother, if you want to hit me, I beg you, brother.
Yutian's eyes were so anxious that he swiped. falling down.
Yulong grabbed Yutian's head, pulled him upright and yelled: "Who do you think you are?
Don't make yourself uncomfortable.
It's none of your business.
Go away."
Just as Tamada was about to speak, Yuko grabbed his neck and dragged him down the steps.
Yulong walked heavily to the girl step by step.
The girl had her eyes wide open with fear, and she was trembling with one hand holding her head and the other hand covering her stomach.
Yulong looked condescendingly, rubbed his chin and stared at her viciously and said: "Do you know who I am?
The girl looked at him with frightened eyes and shook her head.
Yulong's face changed and he shouted: "You don't even know me, it seems my Yulong's name is not loud enough in Yangbei City.
As soon as Yulong finished speaking, he kicked the girl in the face.
The girl raised her whole body back and knocked her head against the stereo.
The heavy sound made my heart skip a beat.
I rushed forward without any hesitation, blocked Yulong and said: "Brother Long, the house master is having a funeral today.
It is unlucky to see blood.
All the brothers in the audience are watching.
You are now the boss.
For such a little person who has never seen the world, you personally undermine the majesty of your elder brother. tgt: